Jeff Street Baptist Community at Liberty. It's a confusing mouthful for a group that might better be known as the Church, formerly of Jeff Street, formerly Baptists (and Catholics, Presbyterians and given-up-hope) which is now at Liberty, literally and figuratively. We are a mutt. The wretched refuse. The divine community. God's Kingdom come. Welcome.
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Sunday, October 22, 2006

Tarmilat, Morocco

We kicked off this year's Reclaiming Christmas Project with a little poetry. (See next post for info about this year's project.)

The Cravin'with apologies to Poe

Once upon a Christmas season, while I shopped without reasonOver many quaint and curious trinkets and toys from the store,While I coasted down the aisles, that went on for miles and miles,Til my socks of argyle, were slipping towards the floor.’Tis the season,' I muttered, `fa la la la las galore -Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I recall it was very nearly fallAnd each of the shopping malls put up their finest Halloween decorBut not that holiday alone, for by September twenty-oneThe freaking Christmas decorations did appear all over the stores!The snowmen, reindeer, elves and Santas made their way into the storesIt seems they stay there evermore.

Presently my soul grew weaker; and my spirits they grew bleaker,`Ma’am,' said I, `or Sir, truly your forgiveness I implore;But the fact is I was shopping, and I saw you over there mopping,And I wonder why you’re dropping, all these hints for us to buy more?It’s not even November! Do all the distinguished members of the boardWant us to buy forevermore?

Deep into that dark soul staring, long I stood there wondering, glaring,At the Blue Vested Customer Service Representative from the storeBut the silence was unbroken, and that teen, he gave no token,And the only word there spoken were the grunted words, ` I was just mopping the floor'This he grunted, like a football punted back the words, `the…the floor!'Merely this and nothing more.

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if shill or devil! -Whither the tempter sent you to lure me to this wretched store?Tell me that I speak treason, not to want the Christmas seasonBy the greedy corporations – To turn tricks for this whore!Is there - is there deeper meaning? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'Quoth the employee, `Dude, I was just mopping the floor.'

Now the manager, slowly running towards the noise so stunningand upsetting to the blessed shoppers busily treading through his storeFor he could not help but hearing that a customer was sneeringAt the Christmas decorations so glaringly beautiful upon their doorsJesus is the reason for the seasonal increase in profits they adoreThey kicked me out, forevermore.

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